I've been looking for this song for 12 years now. I'm 25 and the first time I heard it was when I was in 8th grade i couldn't remember the name of this jam if my life depended on it like I just said I found it now in 2022 January. This is my shiiiiit thank you!!
blasting this and all types of SLAB music in the bay area.. folks out here aint got nothing on them Texas boys.. my 6 yrs in Texas was the best years of my life. #SUC
2023 and this mf still slap especially if you from Texas and got an old school ride & you only pull it out on Sunday all my Texas Native’s know what I mean 💪🏾💪🏾
I remember back in 2006’ i moved to cali from NY & i was heavy on the screwed & chopped wave, i used to bump this joint heavy, its crazy how time just flew and this joint is still one of those underground sleepers
Man I used to play the song over and over and over when I got my first car first time I heard this song I was 12 years old. Man. songs like this aren't around anymore they don't make them
When this song came out i had a 91 ford f150 with 2 audiobahn 12s that bought from the international fleemarket on little york and 59. Times were so much simpler 😢
This was when rappers/singers could actually still rap or sing and come with original material. Idk, what the hell happened but give me a time machine please.
This for them Fords, Oldsmobiles, Buicks, & them Chevys, Cadillacs, 24 inches, high-slidin' on Pirelli's. Candy-coated gloss, airbags lower, scrape the belly, beat in the trunk turnin' buildin's into confetti. Country Grammar, like Nelly we speak with a drawl, but slower, somethin' like in our slabs, we creep & we crawl. Hit a button, you know the roof & screens fall, jammin' screwed-up Tela, though we ain't too "Tired" to "Ball." Root-beer candy-coated Caprice, flippin' like I'm the law. See that shirt on that Bop? Got enough knock to pop it off, old head cats tellin' me "Chalie, you need to knock it off." "I just did, look again. See, I'm 'bout to pop the bra." I'm from the dirty 3rd coast, where we keepin' it raw. Your slabs up against ours? You think that you're beatin' us? Naw. Re-pimp your ride, 'cause slabs down in the south be nasty, y'all. Think that is somethin'? Just wait 'til we pull-out them glassy cars. Candy paint drip, like it was fresh outta molasses jars, futuristic, our customization is way past the stars, mane... "I got my mind on foreign, but I'm swangin' bumper/grill" Ain't no need of askin', boy yes I'm a winner, 'Burbon on 24's, with VVS in the spinner. Leather seats, and my name in diamonds rest in the center, and the only time this whip get caressed, is in the winter. Never a beginner, I'm a iced-out champ, lift the bracelet on my wrist, and catch a iced-out cramp. I'm a dog, and my woofer barkin' nothin' but freon, 'cause it's powered by an iced-out amp. Hold up... Hold up, Rapid Ric. I'ma slow it down, and bring it back for my boy Brandon Chisolm, in Tyler Texas. 'Member the first CD I ever got on? "Ain't No Holds Barred", baby... I------it ain't no need of askin', boy yes I'm a winner, 'Burbon on 24's, with VVS in the spinner. Leather seats, and my name in diamonds rest in the center, and the only time this whip gettin' caressed, is in the winter. Never a beginner, I'm a iced-out champ, lift the bracelet on my wrist, and catch a iced-out cramp. I'm a dog, and my woofers barkin' nothin' but freon, 'cause it's powered by an iced-out amp. Platinum, Princess-cuts, or Invisible-sets, goin' up against us, is like you're makin' invisible bets. You can't see us, envious niggas wantin' to be us, untamed, already offa the chain, you can't free us. From the south, platinum metal, VVS diamonds in mouth, swangin' 'round in my slab, showin' boys what we 'bout. Think you got anybody better? Well, put up your cheddar, then tell 'em "Chalie Boy said get out, go get 'em, and bring 'em out." Best in the Lone Star State, Hearne & Calvert, muthafucka everything is still great. Country boy not from the city, but me be makin' my way, because me grind & me hustle, me makin' my pay. From no ice, to iced-up, broke-ass to priced-up, me slangin' CD's in the hood, like me was sellin' white stuff. Multi-million dollar enterprise, keepin' the white cup in the palm of me force, and a pound of 'Dro to light up. Clean from head to toe, shine from my kit, to my grill, got Pneumonia 'cause medallion keepin' my chest on chill. Southern Comfort, come down and see that's how we live, diamonds in our mouth. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? That's how it is... The DJ is Rapid Ric The instrumental is Destiny's Child's "Cater to You" (Scott Storch Remix) The sample "I got my mind on foreign, but I'm swangin' bumper/grill" is 'Lil Keke from DJ DMD's "25 Lighters" "Tired" to "Ball" is a nod to Tela's "Tired of Ballin' "
